This wave of zombies will not work [End Times]

Everyone in the room poked their heads over, waiting for Gong Qianye to open the medicine box in his hand.

The driver, Zhang Yuan, was pale and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Gong Qianye suddenly felt that the thing in her hand was heavy.

It is this small thing that bears the weight of a person's life and death.

She slowly opened the medicine box nervously, and her eyes fell on it.

Then Gong Qianye breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's negative."

At that moment, everyone was relieved, and the driver Zhang Yuan was so happy that he almost got up and kowtowed to them again, "Thank you...thank you...without you, I would die here today."

"It's okay, it's your luck. Take a good rest." Gong Qianye smiled at him.The driver's suspended heart relaxed, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

Although there were still roars of zombies outside the door, the tense nerves of everyone in the room finally relaxed.

Zou Lang said while cutting the shredded potatoes: "The scrambled eggs with tomatoes are ready. I'll fry another shredded potatoes later. There are still some unopened pickles in the refrigerator. I'm going to spend the night here today. The wounded are lying on the bed, and the girl is sleeping on the sofa." , Uncle and I made a bed on the floor."

"Who is the wounded?" Mijingtang was dissatisfied with classifying him as the wounded.

Zou Lang looked back at him: "Don't you look at your face?"

Mijingtang's condition is indeed not very good. Although he changed into wet clothes, he is still very cold, so cold that his joints feel sore, and now he is groggy and sleepy.

Gong Qianye suddenly sat next to Mijingtang, raised his hand and touched his forehead, and was immediately frightened by the temperature, and said in surprise: "You have a fever! Your forehead is so hot! When did it start? When you called in just now... ...You won't hold on all the time, will you?"

Mijingtang shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

"No way, people will get burnt!" Gong Qianye began to rummage through the medicine box while speaking, took out the temperature gun and tested it skillfully in Mijingtang's ear.The thermometer immediately turned on a red light, and Didi issued a burst of alarm, 40.2 ℃, this temperature obviously broke the watch.

"I... just saw some medicines for reducing fever." Gong Qianye went to look for medicines again.

"It's not an ordinary fever..."

"Don't give him medicine."

Mijingtang and Zou Lang spoke almost at the same time, and then looked at each other, a little embarrassed.

"Then... Physical cooling must be done!" Gong Qianye lay on the sofa with Mijingtang pressed, took a towel from the bathroom and applied a cold compress on his head, and then helped Mijingtang wipe his palms with alcohol. Nanami and Mijingtang drew some inferences from their reactions, and asked, "Isn't this the first time?"

Facing the doctor, Mijingtang didn't know how to express his "condition" at this time, "I can't say it, I was injured once before, and since then... my body has been a little strange."

"Let him rest, and I'll take care of it later. The rice is ready, you should fill some up first." Zou Lang interrupted while putting the shredded potatoes into the pot.Although it still hurts, but because he has experienced it several times before, he is a little accustomed to Mijingtang's sudden situation.Compared with the previous danger, this attack is already very slight.

Seeing that the meal was ready, Gong Qianye brought out some, first filled a bowl for Mijingtang, then served it to the driver, and was about to pass it to Uncle Qin, when Boss Qin, who had been doing auxiliary work to find things, suddenly spoke : "Well, I found something...it's a diary, I think...you'd better take a look."

Zou Lang put down the spatula and took the diary.He originally wanted to take a look at it for a few minutes and then continue cooking.But the more he flipped, the more serious his face became, and he almost forgot to turn the pot.

It wasn't until Gong Qianye found out and came to the rescue that the pot of shredded potatoes didn't turn into potato crisps.

"What is it written?" Mijingtang asked anxiously. He didn't know what was written on it, but it was more important to Zou Lang than eating.

Zou Lang handed over the book, and Gong Qianye took it. Instead of handing it to Mijingtang, she said, "I'll read it to you."

At this time, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, and the rain outside became thinner and denser. The bus was still parked in the parking lot, and the zombies surrounded by the car gradually dispersed.But there are still two or three zombies lingering not far away.

In order to save electricity, just in case, after eight o'clock, the people in the car turned off the light switch after discussion.

The whole bus was plunged into darkness.

People are hungry, cold and lonely, facing an unknown future.

"Mom, I'm afraid..." A teenage girl snuggled up to her mother, "It would be great if the soldier uncle just now was here..." Her voice was very small, but there were still people in the quiet and dark car. hear.

Thinking of the few people who got out of the car just now, someone said: "If the driver hasn't mutated... maybe he won't become a zombie." This sentence brought a little regret. If those two soldiers were here, they It will be much safer.

"Did someone leave the phone numbers of those two soldiers? Or that female doctor?" A white-collar man suddenly asked.

There was silence in the carriage, and some people shook their heads. The situation was too urgent just now, no one thought of leaving a contact information, and they didn't even know their names.

"Anyway, they said they would come to us at dawn." The man holding the child comforted.

"Maybe we... shouldn't drive them away." The old lady sitting in the front row showed a trace of regret. "I always feel... not so good..." She thought of her son who was killed by zombies at home, who was also at the same age.She voted for it just now, and felt like she suddenly became an executioner.

"Don't talk nonsense here!" The fat man suddenly said, "It was voted by everyone just now! Don't think about it, what if the driver turns into a zombie and bites us all?! You will take your own life bet?"

silence.

No one spoke, they were like a group of lambs, without any ability to protect themselves, and even making a sound had to rely on the anger in their hearts.

The fat man took another sip, and said through gritted teeth, "In this last world, what's the use of morality. Just take care of yourself."

"Mom..." A voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"Who is calling?" Someone in the car asked, and everyone looked at each other.

Faced with puzzled eyes, a mother hugged her child tightly, "It's not my child."

"Mom!" came another sound, it was the child calling mother with a crying sound.

"Whose child? Stop screaming, and the zombies will be attracted later!"

"This voice seems to be coming from outside."

"It's outside, look, there's a child outside!"

The people in the compartment suddenly gathered to one side of the car and looked down from the window.

There was a child outside the car, who looked about seven or eight years old, rubbing his eyes with his hands, and walking around the car.

"It's raining heavily, and the ground is full of zombies. How could there be a child suddenly?"

"Maybe, it's the survivors in other cars." Someone looked at the other cars parked on the side. They didn't check whether there were still people in the car just now.

"Mom... Mom where are you?" The child continued to cry.

A passenger in the front row turned on the headlights, and everyone could see it more clearly. It was a little boy.

"Mom... Mom... I'm afraid." The child continued to cry, and he limped and nearly fell. "Mom, it's cold outside, can you let me get in the car..."

The child pounded feebly on the car door.And it became more and more urgent. In the dark night, such a sound was more thrilling than the sound of a zombie's claws scratching the door.

What was even more frightening was that a zombie 20 meters away seemed to have heard the sound and began to slowly walk this way.

"He shouldn't be a zombie. Zombies can't speak."

"Didn't the TV say that zombies would evolve?"

"If it's really just a child."

"What if he's already been bitten?"

"If he's been bitten, he's just a child, we can just tie him up!"

"It's better not to let him get in the car. This kid is not in our car. It can only be blamed for his bad life."

"Let's vote." A passenger suggested, "The one who agrees to let him get on the bus raises his hand.

One, two, more and more people raised their hands.

"I...I can't...I can't just watch a child being eaten by zombies..." The aunt raised her hand.

"If you open the door now, there is still time!"

"I... I regretted the choice last time, but I won't do it this time."

There were 34 people in the car, and 17 raised their hands.

The father holding the child looked at the sleeping baby in his hand, hesitated for a while, and then raised his hand.

18 people.

Everyone's eyes fell on the fat man holding the key.

The fat man took two steps back, and the eyes of everyone looking at him made him a little scared, "Have you forgotten, those two soldiers said before they left, don't open the door!"

"You are so selfish! You can't save a child!"

"Come on! If it weren't for you, those two soldiers wouldn't have gone down with the driver."

Someone approached him. In the narrow compartment, the fat man had nowhere to go. He turned his head and wanted to throw the key out of the window, but suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. For a moment, he even wanted to swallow the huge key. into the stomach.But he was overwhelmed by the crowd, and someone took the key from his hand.

"Hurry up, the zombies are coming, and the child will be eaten."

"Be careful, maybe he was bitten by a zombie."

"If it's a zombie, kill him."

"Well, if it's a zombie, it's just a little zombie. Give me a fruit knife."

The fat man sat in the back of the car, his heart aching, but his eyes fell on the fire hammer hanging not far away.

No one in the car listened to him anymore.He regretted what he said just now, in this last days, what is the use of morality.Probably this sentence stung the nerves of these "sheep".

They are eager to prove that in this last days, their "humanity" has not been completely wiped out, although the price may be too high for them to bear.

The car door opens slowly...